Bill Cantrell - In Between The Feathers

Reaching in my pillow,
the sandman tries to glean.
In between the feathers are
the traces of my dreams.
In the morning we must tell of them,
while images hold their shine
Those not gathered with the dew
fade back into the mind.

Bill Cantrell

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